A/N: My babies, I hope you will love this chapter also please vote and comment ...It really motivates.. you have no idea...

⚠️ WARNING :KINK INCOMING

The private plane was stationed, and rain drummed against the windows in a rhythmic pattern.

"Is this a family tradition too?" I ask Salvatore, curious about the circumstances.

"You can see that," he responds casually, his tone hinting at familiarity with such occurrences.

"Journalists are also blocked. Be prepared for any unforeseen danger," he adds, his voice laced with caution.

Salvatore had built a villa in Bali with his first earnings from the construction business. Since then, Bali had become the honeymoon destination for the Ricci family. While it was convenient, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of weariness at the thought of staying close to home.

I was aware of Salvatore's company having a dedicated plane. The following year, my father, upset by the news, also bought a dedicated plane. Still, I hoped for a honeymoon without any interruptions from him.

Salvatore notices me shaking and asks, "Are you nervous?" His expression softens, resembling that of a cute puppy, and I can almost picture his ears twitching with concern.

"No, I'm not," I respond, trying to maintain composure despite the nerves bubbling within me.

As the rain continued to patter against the windows, I couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that lingered in the air.

As the flight to Bali stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, my acrophobia began to take its toll. For 15 hours and 45 minutes, I had to endure the torment of being frozen in fear.

A/N:acrophobia: Extreme or irrational fear of heights

"I wish I could faint for a moment," I mumbled to myself, wishing for any respite from the overwhelming anxiety.

The announcement blared through the cabin, signaling the impending takeoff. The turbulence shook the plane, exacerbating my already heightened nerves.

Salvatore reached out, touching my cheek with the back of his hand. "Are you alright? You're sweating a lot," he observed, his voice tinged with concern.

"Are there any more family traditions that we haven't talked about yet?" I asked, attempting to distract myself from the fear gripping me.

"When we get off, we will jump with a parachute," he replied with a smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Jump with a freaking parachute?" I exclaimed, my heart racing at the thought.

"Hahahaha," he laughed, his deep voice resonating through the cabin.

"Shall I call the flight attendant?" he offered, sensing my panic.

"No, I hate that even more. Just go," I responded, trying to steady my breathing.

"Shall I hug you then?" he suggested, his tone gentle and soothing.

"Enough," I replied, feeling a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment at his concern.

"I'll hold your hand, Bella," he offered, taking my hand in his own before I could protest further.

Feeling the warmth of his hand envelop mine, I found a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of my fears.

"We're almost there," he reassured me, his words offering a glimmer of hope as we endured the long journey together. (just skip 15h 45m ....I can't make that long convo..i will be dead lol)

The bodyguard's voice interrupted our moment, announcing our arrival. "We have arrived, sir. You have worked hard, madam," he said, his tone laced with respect.

"Thanks," I replied, feeling Salvatore's hand still clasping mine. Despite the awkwardness, I appreciated his gesture.

As I attempted to stand up, a sudden pain shot through my leg, causing me to fall back into my seat with an exclamation of "ouch."

"Are you alright?" Salvatore asked, immediately getting up to assist me.

"Give me your leg," he instructed, gently taking my leg and placing it on his lap as he knelt on the airplane floor to massage it. The sensation was unexpectedly soothing, and I couldn't help but relax into it.

"I'm fine! Don't touch it because it's dirty," I protested weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"It's my girl's feet. What's dirty? I can even lick your toes, Bella," he teased, his smile wide as he continued to massage my leg.

His casual use of "my girl" sent a flutter through my heart, despite the absurdity of the situation. Did he have a foot fetish? The thought was both amusing and intriguing.

"Just lick it! I'm going to cover my face with my feet!" I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Don't sleep here," Salvatore advised as he helped me up, pulling me close to his chest as we exited the plane. His humming filled the air, a comforting melody amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

As we approached the villa where we would be staying, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Despite my initial reservations, Salvatore's presence and support had made the journey far more bearable. How could I leave him alone after all he had done for me?

In the end, amidst the absurdity and uncertainty, there was a strange comfort in knowing that Salvatore was by my side.

The villa:

"Do you like it?" Salvatore asks, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation as we walk briskly.

"Umh, I love the wedding the most," I reply, picking up my pace.

"That's a bit embarrassing, am I right?" he chuckles, effortlessly handling the luggage.

"Think whatever you want," I retort, trying to mask my own embarrassment.

It truly is a beautiful place...

"Young master, the meal is ready," the butler announces as we reach the balcony, overlooking the stunning view of the sea.

The dining and view:

It feels like an long vacation, though I insisted that two days were enough for a honeymoon. It's a pity that we can't stay longer in such a wonderful place.

"Valentina, let's cheer," Salvatore suggests, raising his glass.

"For what?" I inquire, curious.

"For our future forever," he replies, his tone filled with hope and determination.

As our glasses clink and we take a sip, I can't help but notice the sunset painting the sky with hues of orange and pink.

Just like the endlessly long wedding road has an end, do you want the day to end here too? If we spend each day like this, our marriage will come to an end someday.

Salvatore means savior... 

But I can't shake the feeling that our story may meet its end someday, too.

A/N: how is it? Do you like the pace of the story?
I don't want the story to go super fast ...
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